CHAPTER 17

"What did the woman say to you?" I immediately asked Rustov when he returned to the table with our food.

Pure grilled and dish there, with pork and chicken barbeque. He landed some mango juice for me and water as well. I watched him as he put all the necessary things in our table. When he finished, he placed the tray in the adjacent container.

"It's just nothing," he replied.

"She's pretty. Do you know her?"

He turned to me, his gaze weighing. His lips protruded a bit as he shook his head.

"Did she want you to join them? Or maybe she asked for a number?"

He smirked.

"She asked for my number," he admits.

I fell silent and the taste was bitter. But I think that's normal. He's attractive, it's only natural that there are women who spontaneously approach him, including those hot and mature girls.

"Then? You gave it to her?"

"Did you see me scribble my number?" His brow shot up.

I fell silent. If in matter. But